 How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou...  King Henry the Fourth: A Historical Play - Strana 39podľa William Shakespeare - 1803Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Louis Ule - 1987 - Počet stránok 568
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 | Wolfgang Clemen - 1987 - Počet stránok 232
...frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, 10 And husht with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfmn'd chambers of the great, Under... | |
 | Stephen Greenblatt - 1988 - Počet stránok 226
...of histrionic rhetoric but as a private meditation, the innermost thoughts of a troubled, weary man: Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon...with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest... | |
 | Charles DeLoach - 1988 - Počet stránok 576
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 | George T. Wright - 1988 - Počet stránok 366
...successive lines with very different rhythmical contours that nevertheless remained metrically iambic: Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon...And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber (2 Henry 1V. 3.1.9-I1) The second and third lines follow a mainly trochaic inner rhythm, in contrast... | |
 | Orson Welles - 1988 - Počet stránok 356
...frighted thee, / That thou no more wilt weigh mine eyelids down / And steep my senses in forgetful ness? / Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, / Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee / And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, / Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, / Under... | |
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